“The guy that just walked in"—Liv tilted her head in the direction of the door—"he arrested me last night.”
Chrissy glanced over her shoulder and then back at Liv. “He did?”
“It was a misunderstanding. My grandad reported his car stolen and I had put a tracker on the car last year when he could still drive. Anyway, he showed up at my door and I thought he was a stripper and—”
“A stripper? Why did you think he was a stripper?”
“My friend Rasha had planned a bachelorette, or I guess she changed it to an anti-bachelorette party for me and she was upset that I wasn’t going to it. I thought she sent the stripper to my room. Anyway, he thought I was trying to bribe him.” Out of the corner of Liv’s eye she saw that Hot Cop was heading straight toward them. “Oh no. He’s coming this way.”
Chrissy looked up and smiled warmly at Hot Cop as he approached their table.
He smiled back. “Hey sis.”
Sis? Chrissy had a brother? Liv didn’t remember that. In fact, they’d bonded over being only children.
“Hey Grady. I heard you met my friend Liv last night.”
Grady’s eyes turned toward Liv and his lips spread in a slow, wide smile. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol but a volcanic eruption of tingles exploded in her core.
“I sure did, hello again,” his deep voice ricocheted through Liv like a metal ball in a pinball machine.
She opened her mouth to greet him when another, even more unexpected arrival caught her eye. She blinked, thinking that she must be hallucinating. Did alcohol cause hallucinations?
“What?” Chrissy asked as she turned back toward the door.
“That’s Jordan.” And he wasn’t alone. On his arm was a long-legged, raven-haired beauty who could have easily been on America’s Next Top Model.
“Who’s he with?” Chrissy asked.
Liv had no clue. She’d never seen the woman before.
“I’ll be right back.” Liv stood and headed toward the front of the restaurant.
The last thing she wanted was for Jordan to make a scene and cause her aunt and uncle to be upset.
“Jordan, what are you doing here?”
“Hey Livy-lu.”
She’d never liked that nickname and now she hated it.
“What are you doing here?” she repeated the question.
His brow wrinkled as if he was puzzled by her inquiry. “I came for the wedding.”
Liv shook her head which was swimming in confusion. “What?”
He snaked his arm around the leggy model’s waist and tugged her toward him possessively. “I came for Bridgette and Stew’s wedding.”
“Why would you go to my cousin’s wedding?”
“She invited me. Why are you acting so shocked? I left you a message last night telling you I was here.”
Liv replayed the message in her mind. He’d said that he was here if she needed to talk.
“I thought you meant here in the universal context not literal.”
Jordan shrugged and began looking around the room, clearly, she was boring him with this conversation.